Story Of A Heart - Benny Andersson Band (ABBA)

It must have been him, 
Just a glimpse of a face in the crowd, 
That´s all it takes, 
My heart is racing. 

I stand in a trance, 
As I stare at the back of a bus, 
Knowing there´s no use denying, 
I can´t stop thinking about us. 

The story of a heart 
The story all of it mine, 
Then you took it from me, 
Every glorious line. 
I was safe and warm, 
And now I´m out in the cold, 
And I know 
I shouldn´t have told my story. 

Story of a heart, 
I laid myself open wide, 
Yet to read the pages, 
Where the ink hadn´t dried, 
All emotions pent up inside, 
My story. 
I try to resist, 
But the images keep coming through, 
So many years, 
Still I´m defenceless. 

The house by the lake, 
His hands resting awhile on the oars, 
Speaking with quiet conviction, 
Carefully unlocking doors. 

The story of a heart 
The story all of it mine, 
Then you took it from me, 
Every glorious line. 
I was safe and warm, 
And now I´m out in the cold, 
And I know 
I shouldn´t have told my story. 

Story of a heart, 
I laid myself open wide, 
Yet to read the pages, 
Where the ink hadn´t dried, 
All emotions pent up inside, 
My story. 

Did he see me, 
Or did I just imagine it all, 
Putting a face on a stranger, 
A face I find more and more hard to recall. 

Never given up 
I look for you everywhere 
Time went by and sadness 
Took the place of despair 
In a way you’ll stay with me ‘til 
Death do us part 
Like a shadow deep in my heart forever 

Story of a heart 
I laid myself open wide 
Yet to read the pages 
Where the ink hadn´t dried 
Swept away and lost in love what was I to do 
I just had to read it to you, my story. 

Story of a heart 
A story all of it mine 
Then you took it from me 
Every glorious line 
All emotions pent up inside, my story 

Story of a heart 
The story all of it mine 
Then you took it from me 
Every glorious line 
I was safe and warm 
And now I´m out in the cold 
And I know I shouldn´t have told my story 

Story of a heart 
I laid myself open wide 
Yet to read the pages 
Where the ink hadn´t dried 
Swept away and lost in love what was I to do 
I just had to read it to you, my story. 

Story of a heart 
The story all of it mine 
Then you took it from me 
Every glorious line 
I was safe and warm 
And now I´m out in the cold 
And I know I shouldn´t have told my story